Sunday, May 2, 2010

5.1.2010: day 66

As I was walking to my car, I almost stumbled over this little guy. I talked to him for a few minutes, and told him this was no place for a box turtle to hang out. He just eyed me. So, I picked him up, told him I wasn't going to hurt him (he hid anyway), and moved him into the yard. By the time I got in my car to leave, he had disappeared.

It must have been an animal sort of day. Later, I helped a friend move some stuff from one apartment to another. He had a deer-like, antelopish animal head that I conveniently packed in a little hamper with a million plastic bags as cushioning so his ears wouldn't break off. Closing the lid, I realized what a strange and surreal sight it was, and had to take a photograph. After I moved the taxidermied dead thing, I checked him out and caught myself asking aloud, "Did you survive?" He just eyed me.


  1. Wait, so is this thing alive?

  2. Nope. Not anymore. Creepily alive looking though, i'n it?